5 fingers

I have five fingers on my hand. 'Oh really?' You might say. But it's true. See, I can count them. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. 'Who cares?' You might say. 'Every one has five fingers on their hand.' But what if I said that I had five lives, huh? And say you believed me. You would be impressed, am I right? No, I'm left. Because those five fingers on my left hand are my five lives. If I die, one finger will fall off. And I come back to life. And continue on with what ever the hell I was doing.